pee-lew

Updated: April 30, 2025

I sit me in my corner chair, That seems to feel itself alone; I hear fond music here and there From hawthorn-hedge and orchard come. I hear but all is strange and new: I sat on my old bench last June, The sailing puddock's shrill "pee-lew," O'er Royce Wood seemed a sweeter tune.

Frederick Martin - The Life of John Clare